In the distance, he could faintly make out... the ruins of buildings, their style unlike the architecture of the humans of Profound Yellow.
Fine black spores drifted through the air.
Farther on, he could see figures that looked like "people"—or rather, what were once people.
Their clothes were so tattered that the original designs were unrecognizable. Their skin was ashen, their eye sockets deeply sunken.
A dim, red light flickered deep within their pupils as they shambled through the ruins like the walking dead.
Occasionally, they would stop and look up at the sky.
Their gazes held no hope, no fear—only a numb despair.
Wei Song was shaken to his core. 'Is this what the world on the other side looks like?!'
A world on par with Profound Yellow Star in size, yet completely corrupted by the Abyss.
A few scattered members of the Human Race were still struggling, but... all hope was lost.
